Gone Fishin'!

My sweet husband has spent the past two weekends off hunting the mighty steelheads. Alas, to no avail, but the value of leaving his grad student wife a quiet house in her last few weeks of toil -- that's immeasurable. Miss G, however, is not a fan of the truck packing.

New boots! The old ones were felt-bottomed and are now passe, as life gets into the felt and gets transferred around from river to river.

Plus, I think you want to convince the fishes you have no legs, and your arms are made of sky.

This was supposed to be the ticket...the "Willie Nelson." It's red, white, (hard to see) and blue...and has red hair. ;)

There's still snow up in Stanley. Lovely, but chilly.

And thus, Miss G began sitting vigil, waiting, watching the door until her boy returned. SERIOUSLY. She's dedicated.